Captured: Bumblebee's Perspective

Chapter One

**Okay I was re-watching the first Transformer movie because I was going to see the second movie and the scene with Bumblebee being captured by Sector Seven kind of stuck with me and I thought it might be cool to write the scenes from his perspective…with some added mischief.**

Note: I do not own the copyright to Transformers or its characters.

Humans they were a strange race but I had grown to liking the human, Sam, that I was supposed to be protecting. His carefree behavior and his innocence was something I had not seen for many centuries with our war with the Decepicons.

So when I saw him and Mikaela falling out of Optimus's grasp and about to be smashed into a thousand pieces, I couldn't just stand by. I started racing towards them as fast as my processors would allow. The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow I began to fear I would not reach them in time.

I was close now; I started transforming as I leapt forward. I stretched my left arm out and barely managed to grasp onto Mikaela. Then with great effort I swung my right arm out and grabbed Sam. They were still flailing about and screaming. But I couldn't worry about that because I had realized that I couldn't use my hands to land. I would have to roll. I pulled Sam and Mikaela closer to me so they wouldn't be flung around as much. I then placed my head on my chest and braced myself as the pavement started coming closer.

I hit head first and I felt the impact jar down my structural supports. I involuntarily found myself tightening my hands. I loosened my hold immediately so I wouldn't squash Sam and Mikaela, humans were so fragile. When I finally came to a sliding stop and I carefully placed them down. They had stopped screaming but my sensors detected that they were still in a state of distress. I crouched down preparing to transform back to my car form when I heard the helicopters and cars coming. I scanned for escape routes but there was no way to get away without irreversibly damaging humans.

I stepped in front of Sam as search lights from the helicopters blinded me. I wouldn't let them shoot at him; nobody was going to hurt him on my watch. I braced myself for a projectile attack and though I heard it coming I couldn't see it. Pain lanced through my left arm. Then I found myself being pulled. I glanced to the side away from the light of the helicopter and saw a thick wire encircling my arm. I ground my gears and pulled back trying to stay between Sam and the helicopter. I heard another attack coming from behind me I moved to dodge it but it hit anyway.

I let out a cry of pain as the wires worked their way under my protective armor. I saw Optimus out of the corner of my eye. If this was to be my fate I would make him proud. I would prove my loyalty and faith in him by honoring that which he held most precious. I would not harm the humans.

The wires went taut suddenly, pulling me off my feet. I felt myself falling but could do nothing to stop it. The wires remained taut forcing me to stay spread-eagle on the ground, my shoulder joints began to ache from the strain. Humans surrounded me. I tried to lift my head off the ground but could only manage a few inches. I saw them restraining Sam dragging and pushing him away from me. He was trying to help me; I could see the capacity of humans for caring and understand in him. That more then anything strengthened my resolve not to fight back as icy streams hit me from all directions.

The blasts of cold were agonizing. My systems were slowing down; it was harder and harder to move—to think. I felt the spark in my chest begin to flutter. They were killing me.

I don't know how long I laid there in ice torment, time had become irrelevant. Many more humans came in much larger trucks. Though most of my processors were off-line or screaming in pain I distantly comprehended that I was being dragged across the pavement to a metal platform. The metal seemed to amplify the coldness. I saw nine men carrying thick wires and chains; they fastened them around my feet and legs, pulling them tight. I was helpless, I couldn't move. I could only watch in silent agony as they brought more to bind my hands and arms. They released the helicopter wires when they were done and then brought out a large black net-looking thing and draped it across me fastening it down on all sides. The platform was then heaved up into a large truck. My personal ice-demons followed.

Sometime later I felt the truck begin to move. I knew I wouldn't like the destination for this torture was only the beginning…